TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE
MOR MADHU MÁLAINCA MÁJHE
TABE KENO BHARE DILE
PHULE PHALE TÁR SÁJE
MOR MADHU MÁLAINCA MÁJHE
TAVA ÁLOKERA MELÁ
RAḾGE RAUNGE LIILÁ KHELÁ
RÁUNGÁ E JIIVAN BELÁ
BHULÁIYÁ BHAYA LÁJE
MOR MADHU MÁLAINCA MÁJHE
VAJRA ASHANI D́ÁKE
KRŚŃA MEGHER PHÁNKE
ALI ESE JHÁUNKE JHÁUNKE
GUINJARE BHARE SÁJE
MOR MADHU MÁLAINCA MÁJHE
O Lord
if You did not have to come to my garden
then why did You plentifully decorated it
with flowers and fruits?
Your fair of light
with colourful divine game
at this colourful time of life
makes me forget all fear and shyness.
Through the gaps of dark clouds
lightning and thunder calls.
Yet, mobs of honeybees come buzzing.